TRP is a post-Great War AU RWBY RP set in Mistral City and Haven Academy with no canons, no rank claims, no maidens, and no god interference. We offer a progression system and site-wide events that change the setting based on player actions.
Post by Kishka Burzanova on Jan 31, 2021 23:54:22 GMT -5
KISHKA BURZANOVA
Whatever hell creature eldritch abomination designed Geists was going to get a rude-ass awakening if Kishka ever learned who, where, and what, it was, that was for damn sure.
The sewage Geist had been one thing, but this second Geist wasn't a whole lot better, aside from the smell. Smaller, but still pretty fucking big, and this one had been fed some pretty nice upgrades by her peers. She could recognize the tight formation of Bianca's earthen semblance, holding together one of the creature's fists, and it looked as though Opal had contributed an ice spike to the mix as well. The Hellebore heiress, on the other hand, seemed to be stuck in the car, which-
"Erytheia!!" She grit her teeth as she saw the car fly by, but at this point, her momentum was too far forward, towards the Geist, to stop and turn back. She could only hope that her friend was alright- Erytheia was a tough girl. She was a Huntress trainee, and had a powerful Aura, and a strong Semblance. She could handle herself, at least for the time being. The trainee stuck within the Geist was her priority, followed by defeating the Grimm itself.
A slew of projectiles whirled towards her and Argent, mostly focused on him, and she started to move to shield him, when an obscenely large boom roared through the air, blowing her hair back as it scattered the debris far away from them- giving her a much better angle to charge at the Grimm, in a dead sprint.
It was quicker than the other Geist, but not nearly quick enough, as Kishka jumped up onto its stony arm as it began to reach down for a large hunk of asphalt to hurl at her, dashing along the limb and smashing it at the shoulder with her umbrella, battering it away until the limb broke off, sending the arm, and the sphere of earth, crumbling to the ground, where hopefully Bianca would be able to free herself.
Leaping down, Kishka tumbled into a roll, just in time to avoid being hammered into a fine red mist by the Geist's remaining icy appendage, and sprinted around it in a semi-circle to draw fire away from Opal, while taking potshots with her cannon.
"Argent! Dance of the Dragon!"
The trick to bringing down a huge Grimm like this was to keep it from launching any attacks, while you whittle it down with your own attacks, at leisure; that was what this particular tactic was designed for, keeping in mind the idea that the enemy would be stationary, and distracted, with two or more capable fighters circling it with relentless attacks, as they sought out another weak spot. The icy shoulder on its remaining arm, for instance, seemed pretty thin, compared to the bulkier forearm and fist, thanks to the Geist fusing with a spike-shaped mass of ice.
She cast a wary eye towards the fighting further down.
A year or two ago, she would have been furious that she was dealing with a lesser threat, while others got to claim the glory; of bringing down the big guns. But she had matured a lot since then, and frankly, as much as she felt she would be able to help with that fight, she acknowledged that her classmates had gotten themselves into some deep trouble, and she was determined to try and get them out.
If that meant being absent from a big, climactic, showdown, then so be it- it was hard to maintain the façade that she was the hero she tried so hard to be, frankly. And what she was doing right then was good.
She supposed she could let Clover take center-stage here.
Besides, there was more than enough work cut out for her already. She just hoped nothing else tried to crush her to death.
Post by Rose Phoenix on Feb 1, 2021 0:10:09 GMT -5
❝I Was Lightning,
Before The Thunder❞
885 w./ 885 w. total
This was really starting to piss her off! The crowds were like a stampede of retards that perpetually got in her way! Fucking chickens with their heads cut off, man! She growled in frustration, looking down at her scroll. So many messages on the chat that she missed, so many alerts that went off...and even one of them was from Colton fucking Deraine! Technology had failed her once again. Shit like this NEVER happened in Vacuo!
"Aw whatever! Don't shoot the messenger...MOVE YER ASSES!"
She couldn't cut a swath through them since, you know, that wasn't heroic and shit. But it did slow her down significantly! Police barricades and checkpoints were set up to bring some form of order to the chaos, but again all it did was keep Rose from her objective! Fuck this noise!
Rose dashed straight toward the crowd and leaped up into the air, lithe in her steps as she landed on the shoulders of the civilians and bouncing from person to person. Approaching the barricade, she kicked off of one unlucky individual and flew over like a javelin tossed by a Spartan! She spun in tight control of her trajectory and landed lightly onto the concrete, tucking into a roll and continuing her dash towards the location of the alerts.
The cause of the alerts soon presented itself to her. Grimm...everywhere. Rose skidded to a half as beowolves dropped down from the rooftops and out of alleyways, roaring at her fiercely. Rosalia bared her fangs in return excitedly and drew her sword.
"Oh ho ho! So, who wants a taste of daddy's belt?"
They bellowed horrifically and charged! One after another, Rose cut them down as she spun low under one and bashed her shoulder against another. A hard chomp tore into her shoulder, causing her aura of electricity to flare up in intensity! She thrust her blade up and behind, dug into it's back, and flung it like a horizontally like she was hitting a home run!
"I ain't got time for this BULLSHIT!"
The blonde cut a path through the monsters as she ran down the streets of the District, focused more on reaching her objective than defending herself. It resulted in several bites and rakes from the Grimm...and she could feel her aura dropping fast! But she didn't care! She was a fucking Huntsman, trained by Colton Deraine and she would be DAMNED if she let him down!
It didn't take long, however, for her to hear the insanity. A loud boom erupted, cutting a fierce swath of wind that marked the tell tale call of Carmim Clover. If she was using her semblance, then shit was really going down! Rose emitted the scarlet lightning from her body and built up adrenaline, picking up speed to blast towards the skirmish!
Her eyes darted all over the arena, some of the players she recognized while others were just blurs to the blonde. All she knew was that things up shit creek without a paddle. Powers were going off, things were on fire, shit was flying all over and the entire area was thick with intense animosity. Namely with the big bad wolf holding granny as he barked at red riding hood.
"Yo, shit fer brains!" She called out. "Yer 'sposed ta EAT red, not bore her ta death!"
Her banter didn't go through, however, as she saw a small girl walking towards Raul and...singing? Rose kept pace to reach the girl before she could do anything stupid, but she was far enough away that...oh fuck! The brunette smacked him like a boss and called him out on his shit! That was...hype, but ya gotta back it up you dumbass!
The wolf had loosened his grip on the old hag in his grasp, but that was only to prepare his massive arm to drop onto the girl like a hammer. She was frozen in place, glaring bravely(or stupidly) at the monstrous Raul. Shit...shit shit shit! I can't stop it! I...
Rosalia grit her teeth and focused her glare on Raul as time seemed to slow around the blonde. She pushed her semblance harder than she ever had before and blasted with a mighty roar of defiance! At the last moment, she shot forward with her arms stretched out wide to tackle Hinata and the old woman out of harm's way!
"CARMIM! YOU FINISH THIS PRICK, HEAR ME!?" She shouted ferociously!
The blonde caught both women in between the duel. It turned out that she was fast enough to save them...but wasn't fast enough to avoid Raul. His claws came down, Rose felt them carve into her left arm...and her aura shattered from the weight of the attack.
She shrieked in agonizing pain as claw met flesh and tore into muscle, split sinew, and finally broke bone. All in a matter of seconds. She crashed onto the ground away from Raul and Carmim with the two hostages in tow and tumbled like a rag doll, twitching in pain! The brunette was breathing over her, trying to cast some sort of warm glow on Rose but her arm was dangling uselessly at the elbow!
Rose was starting to hyperventilate, laying flat on her back covered in dirt as she cried in misery while blood started to pool from the partial dismemberment.
Rolling for problem: Human Shields are for Cowards (Obstacle 16) Using Skill: Semblance C (+4) in addition to Heroism (+8) for +12 total Roll: 5 + 12 = 17 Result: Success, but with crisis. Crisis Created: Save Rose from bleeding out! (Obstacle 16)
Post by Carmim Clover on Feb 1, 2021 1:07:20 GMT -5
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HAVE YOU SEEN HER? HAVE YOU HEARD? THE WAY SHE MOVES, THERE ARE NO WORDS
She was annoyed that he was ignoring her, at first, and his shouting over her was pissing her off on its own.
But the things he was saying were so wrong... And so insulting, that she had little response immediately, but to bare her teeth and glare him down, contemplating blasting him away right then- the only thing stopping her was the hostage.
She could deal with him insulting her.
It wouldn't be the first, or the last, time that someone chose to bring up her failings. Hell, she was convinced, at least part of the time, that she was a pathetic excuse for a Huntress, and that she was worth nothing but pain and destruction. That part didn't faze her, although it saddened her a bit to hear someone else voicing their opinion that she was little more than a glorified cannon. Bringing up Rochdale was unnecessary, but she would admit that she had mentioned it first. Even if only to let him know that he was in the process of causing another one...
He charged at her, but frankly, she wasn't especially afraid- her Aura was strong, and while she wasn't nearly at full capacity, she figured she could tank a few hits from him as she tried to figure out a way to free his hostage. But he wouldn't shut up, even then, as he attacked her... She jabbed at him, around the old lady, a few times with the knife Alina had tossed her, managing to chip away at his own Aura a bit, and forcing him much more on the defense than he would prefer.
It was then that he made a mistake that would cost him dearly, though, as he referred to Aegle as "that crippled bitch."
Her eyes flared up like burning embers, and her bared teeth widened into a proper snarl, as she fought harder to try and reach around the granny to bash his skull in. "Shut up. Shut up, shut t'e fuck up!"
He had no right.
She didn't know what the fuck he was talking about, about the gallows, and "us," because she was fixated on his insults directed, not at her, but at the single-most important person in her life. If this was his idea of a clever strategy to make her give up and quit fighting, it was absolutely not working. And she couldn't imagine a spineless coward like him wanting her to come at him with everything she had.
"Robot hick" was the last straw, as she let her drum dangle by her side, and moved to lash out at him, with her fists, only to hear... singing? A civilian had just brazenly marched up to a fight between a Huntress student and a terrorist, to... Sing to him. And then she slapped him across the face, hard enough to make an audible and satisfying sound, before giving him a sudden ass-chewing that seemed to leave the wolf speechless for once.
Before his speechlessness turned to rage- he moved to attack the girl, and Carmim moved to raise her drum again, but just then, the crackle of red lightning caught her ears, and then her eyes, as Rose Phoenix came out of absolutely nowhere, just in time to race by, snatching both civilians up and pulling them away- injuring herself pretty badly on Raul's claws in the meantime.
She was immediately concerned for her friend- but she wasn't going to let Rose's sacrifice go in vain.
Not to mention, her anger had seethed, and boiled, and come bubbling to the top, and now, she finally had a perfect opportunity to bring this fucker down.
"I-i surrender! I'm surrendering, you can't hurt me if I surrender! That's evil, and illegal, and and, you can't-"
She didn't say anything, she just lurched forward, gripping his wrists in both hands, and giving him a hard kick to the crotch, so that he doubled over, before pushing down on his arms, into a pin on the ground, leaning in close- too close, she could smell his ratty, disgusting hair and his horrible body odor.
"You are right." Her voice was unusually quiet, and almost reflective, like she was talking more to herself, than Raul- although the fury in her tone was unmistakably his to bear.
"I am a monster. My Semblance lets me kill and maim, you are right. And yes. Aegle is not here right now. It is just me. And you. And a lot of other people who want you to die." She tightened her grip, bearing down on him with all of her strength.
"But you will know, before t'at. T'at not'ing you have ever done was for peace, or good. You have never helped anyone. I have. Because I am not like you, Raul. I might be a monster. But I am t'e monster t'at kills t'e ot'er monsters. And you will never hurt anybody. Ever again. I promise you t'is." Ignoring whatever other nonsense he spouted in his final moments on Remnant, she conjured up all of her strength, into a throw, flinging the faunus straight up into the air, in front of her, flailing and kicking, and panicking, as it became clear that he no longer held any control in this situation.
And then, with no pomp or ceremony, she slammed her hands down on her drumhead, hard enough to widen the tiny hole in the head from earlier, just a bit more. The resulting explosion of solidified air struck Raul in the chest, point blank, filling the air with thunder and wind again, as the blast threw the wolf man up, and away.
His Aura absolutely shattered the second the blast hit him, there was no doubt about that.
And from the angle and the power of her attack, he was sent sailing at ridiculously high speeds, high up into the sky, before he met his true final opponent- gravity.
She couldn't see where he landed, or if he even landed anywhere at all, from where she was standing- the Cloud District sat high atop the mountainous city, and he had been launched in the direction of an especially steep, sheer, cliff face, overlooking the outskirts of the Ground District, far, far, below. She wouldn't have been surprised at all to find out that he'd flown clear to the outer walls, though that may have been a stretch, even for a Semblance as powerful as hers.
At any rate, he was gone almost immediately, shot like a rocket, far away, the second his hostages were gone.
There was absolutely no way he could have survived the landing, with a broken Aura. So she didn't pay him any more mind- he wasn't deserving of the space he had so briefly occupied in her brain.
His words resonated with her, still, and so did her own- she was surprised at the way she'd spoken to him, just before she'd killed him.
Killed him.
Yeah. That was right.
She had just killed a man. Someone she knew, even. Snuffed out his life like a candle before bed.
She had always thought she would feel worse about it.
And, to an extent, she did. Her knees trembled, her hands were shaky, and she felt dizzy, nauseous. But there was a stronger feeling, atop all of those.
Justice.
He'd called himself a hero, in the same breath he drew while holding an innocent old woman between himself and someone he had deemed a monster who only knew how to kill and destroy. He wasn't a hero, and to hear him refer to himself that way sickened her. He was a mockery of the word hero, and she could only imagine the pain and atrocities he could have caused if left unchecked.
She had forgiven Qiu'li, and he ran off to die, and doomed Rochdale in the process.
She'd forgiven Solomon, and he'd turned out to be a demon masquerading as a man.
She refused to let anyone else slip past her.
She didn't feel guilty, or remorseful, for killing Raul. She felt like she had just blown away a Beowolf Alpha. As far as she was concerned, he was more Grimm than faunus, even if he wasn't as outwardly tainted as the Dust Ward Killer. Nobody with a soul could do the things he'd done, which meant there was simply no way that he had a soul. And without a soul, she was killing nobody, by eliminating him from society.
Oddly, it felt good.
She felt like a hero.
And she'd done what she'd had to do. Now that that was over, she was free to deal with the rest of this mess. Starting with checking in on Rose and the pair of civilians. She made her way over to the blonde and the brunette as quickly as she could, addressing the latter, as it seemed Rose was mostly just screaming. Her arm looked really bad...
"Can you help her, miss?" She had a lot more questions in her mind, like, who are you, why did you just walk up to a maniac killer all willy-nilly, and all sorts of other things, but in the interest of getting Rose help as quickly as she could, she decided a more direct question was more useful.
Scanning the area, she noted that Opal was around, though she seemed to be in a pretty rough situation, with the Geist and the car wreck and everything... She didn't know the girl very well, but she knew she worked with Doc in the infirmary, so she should be able to help. Which meant she needed to try and help her up, so she could treat Rose...
The redhead glanced back over her shoulder to Alina and the currently-immolated Killer.
She seemed like she would be fine without her help for the time being, which freed her up to help Opal out, in order to help Rose. "Blue one is dead!" She turned back to the brunette. "T'e blue-haired girl over t'ere- bring t'em to her if you can. I will help you, if you cannot, but I must also stay here in case she needs my help again. T'at girl is a doctor, she can help. And t'en, please, go find safe shelter. It is very dangerous out here right now!"
Though hopefully less dangerous, now that one of the pair of psychos was dealt with- that meant all they had to contend with was the Dust Ward Killer.
Post by Altalune Gloriole on Feb 1, 2021 5:07:54 GMT -5
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HAVEN'T YOU HEARD WHAT BECOMES OF CURIOUS MINDS?
It had only been a few seconds when everything lerched up in carnage and destruction. She could barely keep up but she managed to understand what was happening. A new blonde girl had appeared so it was more to keep track off but with what happened to her, the arm got obliterated by that wolf faunus. She gritted her teeth everytime she spoke. He was the reason, or at least one of the reasons, that Faunus got the abuse they had. Self-proclaimed prodigy, arrogant and ignorant to the death and pain he was causing himself. What a dick. She wanted to kill him herself but she didn't get the chance. The red head with a drum seemed to just soundwave blast him into the straosphere. As soon as he began soaring, she took her motes and formed that same rifle and took aim, firing one or two shots that missed before she nailed one on the flying and fading body. One job done, next was that girl.
Casting her moonlight rifle away as it turned back to the four orbs, she leapt the rifle of the rooftop, sliding down the tiles and hopping off with a very gymnastic spin, rolling on the floor as she landed. Drawing her sword as she came to a halt, she darted for the brunette, red head and blonde, dodging the random stray rounds and attacks from the other students and Geists until she reached the three. Sliding on her side to a halt besides them, she gave a quick analysis of the situation before realising just how bad the injury seemed to be. She caught a glimpse of who they were on about beforehand, or gesturing to anyway, and she turned to the look at the blue long haired... guy? Girl? Lunar wasn't sure. "Right.. Uhm.. Shit that's bad.." She mumbled to herself. The arm was basically hanging off, this was really really bad, and she knew injuries like that would cripple someone for life. She turned to the rest of the street and thought for a moment before looking back at the three. "Keep them safe Reddie! I'll get help!"
But help wouldn't really come. She would head for the issues that Opal were having. The Killer however, had other ideas. Without Raul, there were no hostages, so that had to be changed. As she darted past, she didn't move fast enough or react quick enough as one of the Killer's arms from it's spine lurched forward, grabbing the Faunus by the throat. Then, she was brought back to the Killer as some of the ooze began to seep out of him and onto Lunar, the thick black goo slivering down her arm. She couldn't cry out for help either, as the hand around her throat completely covered it and kept her silent whilst restricting much needed airflow. She was being strangled and... overtaken by Grimm? She had never heard of this sort of Grimm before but if it turned her into what this Killer was, she would flail and kick as much as possible to break free.
Attempting Problem "Save Rose from bleeding out!" (Obstacle 16) Using Aspect of the Moon (Rank E Semblance + 1 Specialization) + Heroism Roll: 2 + 10 = 12 (Fail, New Crisis) New CRISIS Problem: "Save Lunar before she is taken over or ripped apart."
Post by Alina Rybalka on Feb 1, 2021 21:13:11 GMT -5
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[attr="class","nikki101"]WE CAN ALL AGREE THAT VIOLENCE BREEDS VIOLENCE
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[attr="class","nikki102"]BUT IN THE END, IT HAS TO BE THIS WAY
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[attr="class","nikki109"]Downward slash to the jugular. Claw extension to the heart. Kick to the kneecap. Headbutt to the nose. Triple claw strike downwards at left, right, and center. Stomp to the foot. Leaping takedown attempt. [break][break]
Half step right to make the slash hit the asphalt. Cut Number two to slash the claw before it made contact with skin. Meet the kick with your own before it can generate power. Duck the headbutt, the vast height difference makes it easy to close in for a thrust to the heart as repayment. Jump backwards and ignite the claws. Lift up foot so that the stomp hits the asphalt and then kick the kneecap to try and snap it. Slide with your feet in front of you so that the leap goes over and behind you. [break][break]
The air around her was filled with loud noises and screaming, but to pay attention to it was to welcome death with an open door and a red carpet rollout. The Killer was fast, strong, and still exuding enough steam to make following his movements more difficult than it otherwise would. He demanded all of Alina’s attention, and tuning everything else out was easy when the alternative was so final. [break][break]
After the leap was dodged, the Killer decided to go target someone else. A Grimm arm launched out of his spine, this time covered in some of the ooze he was exuding earlier, and wrapped it around Lunar’s throat as it strangled her. How and why the woman was there didn’t matter to Alina at this point, because it seemed like the Killer underestimated the control the wolf faunus had over her semblance. Snapping the fingers of her left hand, it was an easy matter to immolate only the Killer and disintegrate the arm at the source without spreading the flame to the woman held by it. Fires spreading, in general, was something that multiple people in the past had made the mistake of assuming Alina’s semblance did. Fire only spread if it didn’t completely obliterate the flammable object it latched onto in an instant, and the white flames that the leader of the Kozaks generated did that quite reliably. [break][break]
The Killer would then leak more Grimm ooze out of his pores, with the ooze itself disintegrating as fast as it was created… until the sound of an aura shattering was heard as that ooze was launched in every direction, forcing Alina to redirect her attention and thus her fire to stop the ooze and the multiple centipedes barfed out from scurrying anywhere dangerous. The Killer was no longer covered in Grimm ooze or Grimm material at this point, and instead looked like a half-starved human with long, black hair with torn up and disgusting rags for clothes. [break][break]
”Get out my head!” a pitiful, male voice would be heard screaming. ”Will not help! They come back! They save me and kill you! Stop showing me village, stop showing me Mistral!” [break][break]
Alina’s aura was dangerously low after the dragged-out melee earlier, and that fact coupled with the unexpected aura breaking of a Grimm and the complete loss of fight in the Killer gave her pause. He wasn’t even trying to defend himself at this point. He was curled up in a ball, shivering, and crying. Gray eyes surveyed the area around her for the first time in a little while, finding new people had decided to insert themselves into what was close to being a war zone and getting themselves hurt and imperiled in new and interesting ways. [break][break]
”I need to go back to Haven! They’ll come back! They won’t leave me here. Friends won’t let me turn into monster you want. You won’t win!” the screaming and crying then devolved into sobbing mess. [break][break]
Alina started walking towards the Killer, then, as he sobbed and convulsed on the asphalt. ”Look around, muppet.” she would say in a voice dripping with scorn. ”The Grimm killing the Haven trainees in the car. The henchman who almost ripped off that trainee’s arm. Your henchman. Your Grimm.” [break][break]
The disheveled man actually did momentarily stop his sobbing and open his dark brown eyes, before yelling out in anger. ”You lie! These more fake images! I not fooled!” he got up, then, shakily, as his voice went from pitiful to one filled with rage as that dark gaze shifted to the wolf faunus. ”When they come, they kill you. If I don’t find you first.” he would roar in defiance and charge at Alina, who deftly kicked out the man’s left knee while severing his other arm in one clean strike from her sabre. The Grimm arms had stopped the bleeding in his other arm, but since the Grimm ooze seemed to have been completely removed at this point there wasn’t anything to stop this bleeding. The bones of the knee crunched as they shattered, forcing the man to fall on that broken knee with all of his weight as he cried out in agony. [break][break]
The wolf faunus crouched down, then, to be eye level with the man now shivering and flailing about with no arms left and bleeding heavily through one shoulder where it was severed. ”This is real life. That blood pouring out of your arm is real, and so is the snow currently freezing your legs. And the subzero temperatures giving you frostbite all over. One of them will kill you before long.” [break][break]
”No! I never will make this real! I never help you, Grimm! I won't tell you anything!” [break][break]
Alina shrugged, then, as she stood up from that crouching position. ”Suit yourself.” she’d state flatly, ”Use your last moments of life as you wish.” [break][break]
The wolf faunus would walk off, then, towards the clown car of morons who had decided to dangle themselves at the doorstep of death so close to the most deadly thing in the city… well, what was the most deadly thing in the city. Ensuring that he died was the only thing that Alina cared about, and she had no interest in making it quick or painless. Without immediate medical attention, he’d bleed out, and without being moved inside soon he’d die of exposure even if the massive bleeding from his severed arm was dealt with. The temperature in Mistral was low enough to kill someone with torn rags and filth for clothes faster than one might expect without aura protecting them, especially without a shining sun in the sky to take the edge off. [break][break]
Attempting problem: Save Lunar before she is taken over or ripped apart. (Combatants 16) [break]
Using Skill: A specialized Semblance [break]
Roll: 10 + 19 (+11 sem, +8 heroism) = 29 [break]
Result: Pass, no crisis. [break]
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A Semblance, D Weapons, B Dust Enhancement, C Durability, C Agility, C Martial Arts, D Stamina, D Exhaustion
Post by Sinopia DeStellanova on Feb 1, 2021 23:01:53 GMT -5
Being buried alive in garbage and sewage must have been her punishment for prioritizing her friend, who had aura to boot, over chasing after the killer and helping Alina deal with the hostages she clearly heard about. Even with her ears ringing and all the noise around, she could make out that much. She knew they were there. She still didn't go.
Even if she wasn't fast enough to get out herself, if only due to poor timing with the puking leaving her unable to jump so she couldn't use her semblance to escape without sinking into the ground, someone else grabbed her arm and started pulling her out. That was enough to give her enough of a push that only her legs and a good portion of one of her arms got drenched in slime. It was still awful, but not nearly as bad as being stuck under that pile of shit. Sienna looked over her shoulder to get a good look at the people that dragged her out, stiffening once she got a good look at them. One was Kishka, and she was involved in her friend Holly's death, and the other was Argent, a trainee that she helped kill someone and she still wasn't entirely comfortable with that fact. She paused for a second, looking like a deer in headlights.
"Thanks."
She waved awkwardly and stood up straight. Even if being around them was uncomfortable, she was grateful for their help. Fortunately, they both had things to do right now, so it's not like she had to stay around and chat or something. The smell stuck to her clothes was hard to deal with, but it could wait until she got Nina out of that block of ice. All she needed to do was touch it. With all the threats in the area being handled, she was free to jog over and do just that. She kept her hand on the ice just long enough to let it sink into the ground. Once the ice was gone and Nina was free, she wordlessly offered a clean hand to help her up.
Sienna really needed to get up the hill to see if Alina needed any support. Judging from the shouting there were still hostages being thrown around. After their brief interaction together, she wouldn't have guessed that Raul could rant this much and it was getting grating. She gave Nina a quick wave and then started running, taking off her coat while she did so and only slowing down for a moment to wipe off her dirty glove, pants, and shoes as best as she could manage with it. This was the first time since coming to Mistral that her ears were in full display outside of her home. It was awkward because Sienna Hajnal was supposed to be human, but there was no way anyone would be able to miss her huge fox ears like this. There was just no way she could keep her jacket on anymore and still be even remotely useful. Tossing her jacket to the side, she was able to close the distance between her and the killer fairly quickly.
By the time she arrived, the hostages had already been recovered and she was greeted by a another boom from Carmim's drum. The earplugs Carmim gave her didn't do much, and now her hood wasn't muffling the noise from her much larger and more sensitive ears. She immediately put her hands over her fox ears and dropped to the ground. When she opened her eyes, she could see Raul flying off the side of a cliff and a trainee with a hand on her drum and an irritated expression. Even if she didn't see it with her eyes, it didn't take a genius to figure out what happened. She slunk closer to the ground out of reflex, not wanting to be noticed given the circumstances.
Alina's fight was probably more brutal, but still managed to bother her less. It looked like that fight was about done too and she was way too slow in arriving to do anything useful. With a sigh, she was getting ready to go back and see what else she could do with that Geist mess when the killer started screaming. Not with bravado like Raul, but in a way that made him look genuinely pathetic. She should start running. She knew she should start running. But she stayed and looked over her shoulder.
If there was one thing that could make her hesitate it was very visible suffering. Unlike Alina, crying and sob stories would actually get to her, and sometimes even ranting about how terrible she was, like what Raul was doing to Alina earlier, would too. It leaked into her combat abilities too, and she had been training to get rid of those brief moments of hesitation with only some success for awhile now. Watching an armless man thrash and cry while bleeding to death was legitimately hard for her, and it was visible on her face. She wished that Alina just incinerated him because now she was thinking about all sorts of useless shit.
Her brain did that a lot. It was probably one of the reasons her brain couldn't actually keep up in fast-paced situations like this. Hell, this entire tangent was a completely useless thought. So was the thought about going straight for the hostages and leaving Nina behind when she had a fucking Grimm chasing her. It might have been better because-- no useless. Just like the sympathy she was suddenly feeling for the person she was trying to help Alina ram a car into not too long ago. It took her long enough to move that Alina would be able to catch up to her before she could turn around. After that, she furrowed her brows and started moving towards Nina.
"Nina!" she shouted once Nina was in shouting range. "The caterpillar thing you pulled out of that trainee's nose earlier, it was inside of the killer right? What do you think would happen if I used my semblance on him him?" she paused, her brows furrowed again and then her eyes widened a little bit as she realized something. "Or something a Geist was possessing for that matter?"
Add that to the list of things she wish she thought of five minutes ago. She figured Nina knew enough about what her semblance did to know what she was implying. Would they like, fall out? She wasn't sure why she was asking at this point. As much as she absolutely hated watching people die, it's not like she planned to save the killer and the adrenaline running through her right now would keep her out of a fetal position until she started dwelling on all this tonight. In the end, half the things she thought about were just really useless.
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Attempting Problem: Lizard Popsicles Didn't Sell Well, So What About a Sharksicle? (Hazard 16) Using: Semblance C and Heroism Result: 9 + 4 + 8 = 21 (solved, no crisis)
Post by Bianca Sabbato on Feb 3, 2021 14:31:53 GMT -5
The grimm looked like it might notice me at any moment. So I grabbed ahold of some more dirt to completely close the cocoon from the outside world. This seemingly being enough to convince the creature that it was, in fact, merely an inanimate object to add to its possessed artifacts collection.
Having my control over the earth be challenged and finally contested from me felt like one of the strangest sensations I’ve ever felt. Somehow akin to a person having one of their arms at least partially possessed and used against them.
It was... Weird. Super weird, in a way that made my stomach turn in disgust by the mere act of having to withstand it. Had it been another earth manipulator, I probably wouldn’t have felt so strongly against it. But being a grimm...
Absolutely disgusting. Like cockroaches crawling under my skin, that’s all I can say about it.
From my precarious position, at least. It seemed that the Geist still didn’t notice there was a faunus inside the hollowed cocoon of earth. Which was good since it would allow me a chance to undo my manipulation to free myself and escape the Geist in no time...
At least, this was in theory. In practice, I was actually having a hard time controlling the rock-solid formation around me. Being barely able to poke some eye-sized holes into it, to be able to breathe and have at least a small window of vision to the outside.
…That might be a problem and something to keep in mind for a future occasion if I happened to face against Geists again. Now I would know to simply take the blows instead of risking it like this. So for now, I was banking on someone coming to save me, or the Grimm eventually... I Dunno, growing bored with the arm and going to collect a new one.
Like... What happened when a Geist lived for long enough? Were they like hermit crabs and changed their limbs for progressively bigger/stronger ones? The idea was both terrifying and fascinating at once. And it was not as if I had something better to do than to preserve my energies and wait for a chance to do something.
In the distance, the battle against the killer raged on. Well, at least we were distracting the geist from going to help the dust ward killer. So it had to count for something, better if it was us in danger and not the civilians anyway.
I hoped they managed to defeat him swiftly. The city had suffered enough damages both with the killer toy invasion and all of the grimm roaming around. So we didn’t need the killer setting off whatever plan he had in mind for all that dust he collected.
I was, however, distracted when I heard a familiar yet dreaded voice. Making wild announcements and deranged ramblings in the distance. Getting my eyes closer to the breathing holes, I managed to spy the silhouette of Raul Adalwulf, standing with a hostage in his arms and battling Carmim of all people.
…
Well... There goes giving you a chance of redemption. There goes believing someone could bounce back from their fucking mistakes instead of sinking deeper into their own shit...
...So much for thinking people could change...
Whatever the case, he would get his ass kicked, especially now that Rose seemed to have made an appearance as well. I knew the wolf boy. He was moderately powerful and fast, when transformed, but nowhere near as powerful as any of those two.
At least, until some girl came near and started singing... Honestly, what the hell? Was it like a sound-based semblance or something? Like mind control of some sorts?
I didn’t know, but Raul always had problems concentrating anyway. So It was not unlikely that he would momentarily forget his quest for revenge if some music or some shiny bug captured his attention.
And the girl was straight savage! She bitchslapped the pathetic self-proclaimed wolfo and started giving him an earful! It would be awesome if not for the fact that she also must have been insane. Since it was clear from the way she moved and the fact that Rose needed to save her. That she was just an average civilian.
And then, Rose got hurt... And my eyes took a dangerous edge as I wondered if I should have attacked Raul that day at the gardening club. I could have probably gotten away with it with the cameras, so if I could turn back time. Would I have done so?
I wasn’t sure. But the very fact that I was considering it was telling enough. As much as I wanted to believe otherwise. Raul was a monster. This was clear. He was irrecuperable, at his point, better to either jail him for life or put him down once and for all.
And luckily, someone seemed to share the same feeling. Carmin charged him, throwing him into the air like a ragdoll and blasting him away with her semblance. Good fucking riddance, Raul. I will be searching for your corpse once this is over, not taking any chances, not anymore.
The leader of the Kozaks had managed to finish off... Whatever the hell the dust ward killer was. So she was also free to help. As much as I was not excited by the prospect of being saved by her, it beat dying. So I would take it if the woman didn’t decide to immolate the whole grimm with me still trapped there.
On the other hand, I couldn’t help but smile when I saw Kishka and Argent arriving at the scene as well. They looked fine, so I was glad to know that they managed to take care of the terrorist as well. It had been close, with a lot of broken bones and battered egos. But we may all get out of this in one piece.
They managed to take down the bigger grimm. And where now coming to fight this one as well. The creature lashed out towards Kishka, but I knew the trainee was more than skilled enough to avoid being hit by those meager attacks. Not only that, but she also had the clearance of mind to free me as well.
Kishka was honestly amazing. I could feel the vibration of footsteps as the girl ran along the arm. Hitting it in just the right place for it to knock it down with tremendous strength.
As soon as I felt the integrity of my connection return to me. I knew the Geist must have had his interrupted. So this was the right moment to break free.
Undoing my cocoon, I fell to the ground and, immediately, I rolled to a side when one of the giant feet of the geist came crashing down on my position.
Damn grimm. The attack had been almost automatic. It struck as soon as it noticed my presence. Grimm sometimes acted more like machines than leaving beings... Which I guess was fair. I doubted the grimm counted as being alive since they were devoid of souls and whatnot.
I saw the Geist reaching to pick up his fallen arm again. But I used my semblance to drag that thing as far away from him as I could. That fucker was not using my earth again while I was around.
That leaves his ice arm to deal with... Ice arm that now struck again at me. I used one of my unnamed spears as a pole to jump over it. Taking two quick steps and digging the weapon onto his knee, making him buck a little before retreating back again to avoid him lashing out at me.
Kishka and Argent had it pinned down already, so I could probably afford to disengage soon and try to assist the others. I just needed to regain a little strength back before attempting it.
Post by Argent Steele on Feb 3, 2021 14:49:47 GMT -5
I know you got hate in you. Most do. Trick is to use it, 'stead of it usin' you.
But you know this. Vengeance is a motivator, not the motive. Don't hunt 'em 'cause you been wronged. Hunt 'em 'cause what they did was wrong. There's a world of difference there, kid. One makes you selfish. The other makes you a hero.
And I see a hero in you.
❝
As Carmim's Semblance blew away the incoming projectiles and freed up not only him, but Kishka to go after the Geist proper, Argent thought to himself that this was perhaps the best surprise he had had all month.
After the disaster that had been Rochdale, and Carmim's following outburst at the debrief, his opinion of her had dropped rather sharply. That, in combination with a lack of mutual training outside Professor Shadecloak's shared classes, or being sent on missions together, meant that he'd only known on paper that she was undergoing counselling, therapy, and personal training, with little of that physically present. He'd simply taken her word for it, though privately he had thought that the smaller girl had far too much strength in her own beliefs to ever come around to Shadecloak's way of doing things, and that she lacked the foresight to really consider the consequences of her actions. Seeing the increased control over her Semblance that gave him the opening he needed... didn't really change his initial impression, or thoughts on the matter, but he cautiously allowed himself the possibility that he might have been too hasty to judge. He nodded at her once, in thanks, then followed Kishka into the fray.
"Understood!"
The snake Faunus shouted back to her as he circled the Geist opposite her, pelting it with ammunition from his Semblance as it turned. Kishka rushed forward and broke apart the earth that was keeping Bianca trapped - the lizard Faunus managed to break her way out of it and roll away from a mangled mess of metal that would have crushed her. She even had the presence of mind to immediately shift away the earth as the Grimm made another attempt at absorbing it, which made for a spectacular performance as far as he was concerned. Even better, as the arm of ice swung down at her when she took a swipe at the Geist's knee, it exposed a spot where the ice had already chipped away from previous attacks. That was it - the weak spot he had been looking for.
With a grunt, Argent sent all of his knives plunging into the ice, creating fault lines along the joint of the shoulder, or what passed for it in the Grimm's bodily composition. Racing forward and dashing up the creature's body, he leapt upward and slammed his feet down upon the knives that were still embedded in the ice, using his Semblance on the soles of his boots to accelerate himself with enough force that the limb snapped clean off at the point of impact. And then, reaching out with his hand, Argent pressed it against the separated ice and called upon his Semblance. Straining to adapt to the weight, he nevertheless pulled it into his control and jumped from the Geist's body, landing on the street below before he brought the massive weight up and smashed it down with all the strength he could muster, right into its former owner.
The force of the impact was enough to completely break apart the Geist's body, and, remembering the fate that had befallen Kishka but minutes before, the snake Faunus took a few hasty steps back before the corpse could bury him. The little spiritform that was the Geist's true body zipped up into the air and immediately made to rush away - but a simple knife, almost an afterthought, was enough to break the mask, and by extension, kill the Grimm proper. There was a sound like a scream, and it dissolved into black dust.
Taking a moment to exhale now that the immediate threat had been removed from the battlefield, Argent looked around to ascertain that everyone in the immediate area was alright before he turned his attention back to the ongoing battle between the Dust Ward killer and the leader of the Kozaks. It didn't seem like there was anything he could do to help with that, so he instead turned his attention to those beyond the immediate - Rose, it seemed had been injured in her assault, while Erytheia was still trapped in the car wreckage. The swordswoman was already being tended to by Carmim, so the snake Faunus moved towards the wrecked car, keeping an eye out in case another of those blasted Geists decided to show up.
Attempting Crisis: "Look out, it has a weapon!" (Combatants 16) Skill used: Semblance C+ 1+ Heroism Roll: [8] + 4 + 1 + 8 = 21 (SUCCESS)
WHISPER OF THE WYRM (SEMBLANCE): [RANK C]
SERPENT'S BENEDICTION: SPEED OF THE SCYLLA (SPEED) [RANK E] SERPENT'S BENEDICTION: DANCE OF THE DRAGON (AGILITY) [RANK C] SERPENT'S BENEDICTION: GLARE OF THE GORGON (MARKSMANSHIP) [RANK E] SERPENT’S BENEDICTION: WINGS OF THE WYVERN (ACROBATICS) [RANK F] SERPENT’S BENEDICTION: TALONS OF THE TARASQUE (MARTIAL ARTS)[RANK F]
OUROBOROS (WEAPON): [RANK E]
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Last Edit: Feb 3, 2021 14:50:53 GMT -5 by Argent Steele
Post by Opal Machias on Feb 3, 2021 20:42:13 GMT -5
Opal's head was still ringing as he pushed himself up off the ground onto a sitting position. For a moment, his body had wanted him to forget everything that was happening around him and go to sleep. If not for his aura, he just might have done it, which wasn’t the best thing for a head injury. At another thundered boom, his body jerked again, rising to his feet with his back pressed to the brick wall behind him.
It seemed in his little blackout the fight had progressed quickly. Causing him to curse at his inability to help up to this point. Like a real reality check at the worst time, he quickly realized just how unprepared he really was for the front lines. Sure, he might have stood out during his time in combat school and held his own, but when you replace the classroom with real-life well… Things change a lot.
Thankfully, this was something he learns through pain and not in the last few seconds of his life. However, if he wasn’t more careful, that event might not be out of the question. With a pair of hard slaps to his cheeks, Opal shook himself out of thoughts of self-pity. He could do that later when there weren’t things to do. And there was always something to do in Haven.
Opal was collecting himself in the few moments he was thankful to see back up has arrived as one of the Grimm’s was now dead with the pair rushing toward the one he accidentally had armed. Pushing off the wall, he used this cane sword for a moment to center himself before running. However, he didn’t so much as a step as another boom rocked him, and he watched as the Geist body was hit hard by something he couldn’t see.
It must be Carmim doing as her drum attacks weren’t something you could forget about. Even better, that attack had both blows off the Geist's arm while freeing Bianca at the same time. With the new pair working on the Grimm, Opal chose to hang back for the moment with now Bianca's help. Mostly because he still felt a little shakily on his feet, but because it seemed to pair knew what they as doing, running circles around the Grimm, never giving it a chance to attack back.
It was awe-inspiring to watch from the outside, but more importantly, it gave the young man a moment to check how everyone was doing. Since at this moment, he felt he was a better use in a support role. However, his attention was quickly caught by the young woman who had shown up out of nowhere and was singing? Wait, really?! It seemed this person was doing something to distract the Faunus Carmim was facing. Maybe she had some song base semblance? Either way, it didn’t really matter when she slapped the crap out of a much larger and deadlier terrorist.
Opal watched helplessly as everything happens so fast that he didn’t even realize that he was now running. Out of nowhere, a blonde zipped in, tackling the girl and old lady away from the Faunus and to safety, trading her arm in the process. The scream told him everything he needed to know to conform to his fear of the worst. Toning everything else out, he ran, dogging and slipping around the others, fighting to make his way over to Rose as quickly as possible.
“Make room!” He shouted once he was close enough to the group as he unzipped his jacket off and began removing his belt. Tossing the jacket onto the ground next to Rose's head, Opal quickly kneeled next to the arm. It was a mess, and to be fair, he was a bit lost for words. The bone was broken, and the flesh looked like someone went at her with a meat grinder. With no time to waste, he rapped the leather belt around her arm above the wound, around her shoulder, but paused for a moment. Grabbing Rose's face to get her attention while folding up a thick part of his jacket.
He wishes he had some wood or something, but desperate time and all. “Bite this!” Said, pushing the cloth into her mouth. “Unless you want broken teeth to bite onto that.” And with that, he pulled the belt hard, and tight no doubt sending even more pain up and down rose arm but stopping the bleeding all the same. Well, more like slowed it. Without proper equipment, he was severely limited in what he could do.
It not like he wasn’t going to try! Getting out his kit Opal went to work doing his best to dress the arm, but then so much missing and a broken arm well… he was limited. “Hey, you.” He said without looking up. “Carmim, call this in now! I needed an ambulance here five minutes ago! Use my scroll if you need.” Tossing his now bloody scroll over before snapping his fingers at the other girl. “I need help. Please hold this belt tight. No matter how much it looks like it hurts her, don’t let go.” Holding the end of the belt up for Hinata. He really hopes the girl wasn’t afraid of blood. Or gore, for that matter, since this wasn’t a pretty sight.
Biting his low lip, he really wasn’t looking forward to what he was about to do, but if he didn’t, it was a solid chance that his arm was lost, or worst would bleed out before help this here. “Okay, you can do this…”, Saying more to himself as he pulled his gloves off and place a hand on top of Rose's hand and the other at her shoulder. With close eyes, Opal began to glow softly as his semblance went to work. Drowning out the rest of the world around him Opal concentrated as the ice slowly began to form over Rose's arm.
It was a slow and mentally draining process, for if he went too fast, the cold would kill the cells in her arm, essentially giving her a form of flash frostbite on the arm. But done right, it would put her just on the line to stop the bleeding, kill the pain while still able to be thaw out later. After what felt like an hour, but was more likely a few minutes, Opal dropped his arms, now huffing and puffing. Looking over his work, he nodded once before falling onto his side, his aura shattering.
Rose's arm was now a pile looking blue, but more importantly, the bleeding had now stopped. However, Opal wasn’t looking much better with both his hands and lips turn blue as his body shook from the cold. He wasn’t immune to his own power, and between controlling the output so much, he had drained the last of his aura, sending him into the mid-stage of hypothermia, leaving the boy with a thousand-yard stare.
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Attempting Crisis: Save Rose from bleeding out! (Obstacle 16) Using Med Knowledge(1) + Heroism(8) 9+7=16 Pass, but with crisis.
Crisis Created: Feeling a little Blue (Obstacle 16)
Post by Kimmie Loxley on Feb 4, 2021 11:51:00 GMT -5
WORD COUNT: 575
Total: 4657
TAGGED: Fluffy
God it was exhillarating. Standing there, with a gun in her hand, pointing it directly at the person that had, moments ago, been causing everoyne here grief. He was the one who had been threathening. He was the one who had started this whole stupid dramatic party which had almost cost either Flynn or Kimmie their lives. He had been firing shots down an alley, and if not for sheer dumb luck, he might have hit either Flynn or Kimmie straight to the dome. As a rich kid, with funding, backing and connections, Kimmie knew that the world wasn't going to appropriately punish him. Finger squeezing on the trigger, her hand was shaking. Drawing a soft breath, lowering the gun, the pinkette holstered it where her syringe had been, after cautiously rolling the pin over an empty slot, so that she wouldn't accidentally shoot anyone or anything. The pressure was off, and taking the gun from him would at least be some kind of societal improvement and punishment. Swallowing once, Kimmie took another soft, drawn out breath. Closing her eyes for a moment, reassuring herself that the threats were absolutely over. There was no more reason to be afraid. The fight was done and dusted, over. Sweat apparent on her visage, as she began blinking in confusion. Two soft breaths, lowering the weapon, enforcing adrenaline had no reason to course through her body. So, why exactly was her heart racing like she was sprinting for her life? Why exactly was she still feeling all sorts of kicks through her body, like in a fight to the death? Certainly, the kicks felt pretty nice from a bodily perspective. It was like having her body amped to fifty, ready to take on the world. An invincible feeling, death defying! Like flying off a rollercoaster at maximum speed, screaming your lungs out in excitement. It was a blast of a sensation. Only problem was, the girl was attempting to calm down, so rather than enjoying any kind of kick, it terrified her to her core.
The soft, attempted drawn out breaths to calm down were increasing, as Kimmie was consciously attempting to control her breathing. The adrenaline and elevated heartrate had caused the injected drug to go absolutely bonkers throughout her body, activating everything. The girl's pupils were constricted and utterly focussed, like a predator, as her vision darted around. Heart pounding so roughly in her chest that she felt like it might explode at any moments notice. The soft breathing soon became panting, and the panting worsened quickly. Fingers were twitching', her movements jittery and unsteady. Despite breathing rapidly, almost bordering hyperventilation, it was like she wasn't getting enough air. Like, Kimmie felt like she was drowning, only worsened by her body being in a state of fighting for survival. Lips were getting moderately blue-tinted and the color in her cheeks had absolutely gone at this point. Bending over forwards, winded, Kimmie was soon gasping for air, clutching her chest in agony. Tears apparent in the corner of her eyes, dripping onto the pavement below her. Spit plopping from her mouth as she was desperately clearing her airways. Among the winded, desperate breaths, Kimmie managed only to utter a few words. A few words filled with terror, shuddering like frozen to her core. Any moment now, the girl was going to topple over.
"Please help... help... help me..."
New Problem (#2): Kimmie has overdosed! (Social, 13)
DM Problem #1: Locate the Dust Ward Killer (Social 14) OP: 7 from Alina, 14 from Chloro and 10 from solving for 31 total.
Flynn (One problem remaining): Get the concussed and bleeding Flynn some medical help (Social 8) OP: 8 from Kimmie and 10 from solving for 18 total.
Lunar (One problem remaining): "Racists are dicks" (Combatants 10) OP: 10 from Kishka and 10 from solving for 20 total.
Chloro (One problem remaining): "Don't let the Killer get away!" (Mobility 14) OP: 10 from Red, 13 from Bianca, 7 from Berwyn, 14 from Knight and 10 from solving for 53 total.
Bianca Crisis Problem: "Lizard Popsicles are not healthy" (Mobility 14) OP: 7 from Argent for 7 total.
DM Problem #2: Kishka shows up before the terrorist gets bored and triggers the explosion (Mobility 11) OP: 9 from Kishka, 11 from Argent and 10 from solving for 30 total.
Alina (One problem remaining): Stop the Geists before they get away (Hazard 14) OP: 11 from Chloro, 12 from Berwyn, 13 from Bianca, 14 from Nina and 10 from solving for 60 total.
Sienna (One problem remaining): Keep Eyes on the Killer (Social 12) OP: 12 from Bianca and 10 from solving for 22 total.
Kimmie (One problem remaining): Get the Police to Assist! (Social 11) OP: 11 from Flynn and 10 from solving for 21 total.
Berwyn Crisis Problem: "Berwyn is stuck in the cafe.." (Obstacle 14) OP: 7 from Sienna.
Berwyn (One problem remaining): "Giant's Heart is having a giant heart attack" (Social 12) OP: 12 from Opal and 10 from solving.
Bianca Crisis Problem: "Lizard pancakes are not healthy either!" (Hazard 14) OP: 7 from Erytheia.
Nina Crisis Problem: Geists are Stopped... Now What? (Combatants 14) OP: 7 from Lunar.
Erytheia (One problem remaining): Chase down the other Geists (Obstacle 13) OP: 13 from Alina and 10 from solving for 23 total.
DM Problem #3: Remove the bombs and save Boris in thirty seconds (Mobility 14) OP: 13 from Kishka, 14 from Argent and 10 from solving for 37 total.
Kishka Crisis: Save Kishka from The Whirly Dirly Death Trap (Obstacle 14) OP: 7 from Argent.
Bianca Crisis: "Skewered Lizard is something I could try. Maybe..." (Combatants 12) OP: 6 from Lunar.
Lunar (Zero problems remaining): "Exhaustion Takes its hold" (Social 10) OP: 10 from Lunar and 10 from solving for 20 total.
Bianca Problem (One problem remaining): "Evacuate the building!" (Social 10) OP: 10 from Opal and 10 from solving for 20 total.
Flynn Problem (Zero problems remaining): Defuse the mob of angry partygoers before an all-out brawl starts. (Social 13) OP: 12 from Kimmie, 7 from Sienna, 12 from Kimmie, 12 from Kimmie, 13 from Aly and 10 from solving for 66 total.
Kimmie Crisis: Kimmie is being strangled (Combatants 13) OP: 6 from Flynn
Colton (One problem remaining): Deal enough damage to the Dust Ward Killer to force the Grimm into full defense (Combatant 23) OP: 23 from Alina and 10 from solving for 33 total.
Opal Crisis: Save Opal and the idiot's from getting crush by falling Ice and big screen TV (Obstacle 10) OP: 5 from Russet.
Alina problem (Zero remaining): Get the killer off of Colton before he gets ripped to shreds (Combatant 20) OP: 20 from Carmim and 10 from solving for 30 total.
Russet Problem (One problem remaining): "Break a Leg" Has Taken On a New Meaning (Social 10) OP: 10 from Berwyn and 10 from solving for 20 total.
Bianca problem (zero remaining): "Ubers don't often roam the streets when a killer's on the loose..." (Obstacle 10) OP: 10 from Erytheia and 10 from solving for 20 total.
Chloro problem (zero remaining): Prepare for Trouble, make that leg break double (Social 12) OP: 12 from Berwyn and 10 from solving for 22 total.
Kimmie Crisis: Kimmie is being drugged (Social 13) OP: 6 from Flynn
DM Problem #4: Kill the Grimm blob before it invades Carmim and paralyzes her (Combatant 12) OP: 12 from Nina and 10 from solving for 22 total.
DM Problem #5: Damage the Killer enough that Carmim can escape (Combatant 19) OP: 19 from Carmim, 10 from solving for 29 total.
Carmim Crisis: Distract the Killer So He Doesn't Murder Defenseless Carmim (Combatants 19) OP: 9 from Alina.
Carmim Problem (One problem remaining): A Disarmed Drum Gremlin is a Useless Drum Gremlin (Mobility 16) OP: 16 from Sienna, 10 from solving for 26 total.
Sienna Crisis: Don't play Yakkity Sax with Serial Killers (Mobility 16) OP: 0 from Nina, 0 from Bianca, 8 from Kishka.
Kimmie Crisis: Gunslinging Rich Kid! (Combatants 13) OP: 0 from Flynn, 6 from Flynn
Alina Crisis: Crisis Problem: Blast away the grille from the speeding car to break Alina free (Combatants 19) OP: 9 from Carmim.
DM Problem #6: Stop Nik from killing the man in the suit before he spills the beans. (Combatant 14) OP: Argent 14 and 10 from solving for 24 total.
Argent Crisis: Stop Nik from skinning Argent, making a belt out of the skin, and strangling him with it. (Combatant 14) OP: 7 from Kishka.
Berwyn (Zero problems remaining): Last leg of the journey (Social 10) OP: 10 from Chloro and 10 from solving for 20 total.
Flynn Crisis: Stop the approaching gunslinger from shooting Flynn twice more point blank in “self-defense”. (Combatants 13) OP: 6 from Russet.
Russet crisis: Crisis: Help Russ Out of A Sticky Situation (Obstacle 13) OP: 6 from Kimmie.
Bianca Crisis: Lizard Potpurri sounds disgusting (Combatants 16) OP: 0 from Opal, 0 from Erytheia, 0 from Argent, 8 from Kishka.
Flynn Crisis: Stop Flynn from getting kicked to death (Hazard 13) OP: 6 from Russet.
Carmim (Zero problems remaining): Human Shields are for Cowards (Obstacle 16) OP: 16 from Rose and 10 from solving for 26 total.
Opal Crisis: "Look out, it has a weapon!" (Combatants 16) OP: 8 from Argent.
Nina Crisis: Lizard Popsicles Didn't Sell Well, So What About a Sharksicle? (Hazard 16) OP: 0 from Sienna, 8 from Sienna.
Kishka Crisis: Queen of Shit Mountain (Hazard 16) OP: 8 from Argent.
Erytheia Crisis: Geist's Hands on the Wheel (Combatant 16) OP:
DM Problem #7: Destroy the Grimm cocoon before it explodes and destroys the city block (Combatants 18) OP: 18 from Alina and 10 from solving for 28 total.
Sienna (Zero problems remaining): Shut Raul Up Already (Social 12) OP: 12 from Hinata and 10 from solving for 22 total.
Sienna Crisis: Buried in Dogshit (Obstacle 16) OP: 8 from Kishka.
Argent Crisis: No Step on Snake (Combatant 16) OP: 8 from Carmim.
DM Problem #8: Stop Raul’s onslaught before he breaks Carmim’s aura and takes her hostage without killing his current hostage! (Hazard 15) OR if hostages rescued (Combatants 9) OP: 9 from Carmim and 10 from solving for 19 total.
Rose Crisis: Save Rose from bleeding out! (Obstacle 16) OP: 0 from Lunar, 8 from Opal.
Lunar Crisis: "Save Lunar before she is taken over or ripped apart." (Combatants 16) OP: 8 from Alina.
Opal Crisis: Feeling a little Blue (Obstacle 16) OP:
Kimmie (Zero problems remaining): Kimmie has overdosed! (Social, 13) OP:
Carmim: 132RP (Solved Alina’s problem, solved DM problem #5, Sienna solved Carmim’s problem, solved Alina’s crisis, solved Argent’s crisis, Rose solved Carmim’s problem, solved DM problem #8)
Aladriel: 20RP (Solved Flynn’s problem)
Hinata: 20 (Solved Sienna’s problem)
Rose: 20 (Solved Carmim’s problem)
IC Section:
The initial flurry of blows was going well for Raul. With the human in between him and his opponent, even Carmim’s absurdly powerful semblance was no use under the might of Raul’s superior brain. The best part about this was that he didn’t even learn this from Sanctum or Haven, he learned this during his own research and on his own time. The academies of Mistral were stuck in the old days, where human supremacy was the norm and everyone was assumed to have the strongest power in the room. That wasn’t the case anymore, as genetic freaks with short fuses like Carmim C. Clover were taking up all the airtime with their drivel! What did the C. even stand for, anyway? No matter, she’d be dead in a few seconds anyway.
He got a good, solid kick to her face when all of a sudden he heard the most beautiful voice he had ever heard in his life. Pale blue eyes beheld the woman stepping forward as if from the air, and a genuine smile lit up his face as he heard the beautiful tune being sung for him. He had learned of this phenomenon from Arno at one point or another, the point in the story where the erstwhile hero had a beautiful woman arrive from nowhere to aid him in his quest. According to the ancient scriptures, this was the woman who would eventually become his waifu once they had slain the great villain and completed the main story. This made complete sense to him, and when she reached out to touch his beautiful and chiseled face he didn’t resist. Of course she’d want to touch him, he was the perfect specimen of a faunus!
And then she slapped him. And then started spewing words that he didn’t understand. Why was this happening? Why was she so dead set against him? Was it because he was using his semblance? For once in his life, Raul was speechless. He had no idea how to even begin to approach the situation. How was he supposed to marry a racist? A look of abject horror and confusion met the brunette, until he heard the sound of someone rushing him. ”Don’t have you have any manners? We’re trying to settle a marital dispute here!” he’d roar, too slow to contest Rose saving the hostage and moving Hinata out of the way but just fast enough to give her a piece of his mind. ”You racists! You…” he trailed off, then, realizing that he was now defenseless against the absolute psychotic monster that was Carmim C. Clover.
He threw his hands up immediately. ”I-I surrender! I'm surrendering, you can't hurt me if I surrender! That's evil, and illegal, and racist, and… you can't-“ he stopped when Carmim started responding, and it didn’t take him long to realize that she was completely and utterly off of her rocker… so he did what any sane person would do and turn tail and start running rather than listen to the villainous monologue. ”Help! Police! Help! Mr. Lee! The redhead is psychotic and going to murder us all! Help! Poli—“
Just then, a blast of solidified air strong enough to shatter through a tank hit his lower back and upper bottocks. His aura was shattered before he realized what was happening, and his forward momentum was moved upward and forward. He found himself in the air, and rising rapidly over buildings… he could see the rooftops of the buildings and many thoughts were racing through his head almost as fast as he was launched forward.
His first thought was that it was cold. It was so cold. He could feel his body fighting against the wind chill and frigid Mistralian winter evening temperatures, and his face and ears felt like they were moments away from freezing solid. His second thought was that he couldn’t feel his legs, which was perhaps expected because he was sailing through the air. His third thought was about how he was going to sue Carmim and get her expelled for this. She had attacked an unarmed civilian who had surrendered, only because of the way he had looked. If he had been a human, she would’ve accepted the surrender one hundred percent. His fourth thought was about planning his landing strategy, which seemed like an important thing to do given that he was already starting to have his trajectory go down.
Carmim was always someone who left her brain with her robot, but he didn’t expect even her to have a plan so stupid. Even her semblance wasn’t enough by itself to blast through his aura and kill him instantly, so all he had to do was survive the landing. He’d just dive to a nearby rooftop and… wait. There weren’t any more rooftops. He was descending much faster, now, but there weren’t any rooftops. A deep, primal fear started to well up in his gut as he was able to visually see the edge of the mountain. Mistral was a city built on a mountain, and the Cloud District was the highest point of both. The fall would be many miles, so many that Raul didn’t even begin to know how to guess it. He had to be brave, though, he had to be smart. He could get through this, because he was the best and most qualified man in the entire kingdom. He shifted his body to fall down faster, and managed to land legs first just before the large metal guardrail that protected the edge, even this far out. His eyes were slammed shut as the slide ripped apart skin and muscle on his leg and caused no small amount of bleeding, but when he tumbled forward and got lacerations on his shoulder and back he crashed against that railing. It bent, but it did not break.
”You can’t beat RAWOOO—“ he started to roar as he struggled to get back on his feet and shift away from the edge, when he saw something unexpected get into his field of vision. It was a moving object, too fast for him to really dodge that was headed exactly his way. It was only when it hit the ground that he realized that it was, a wooden arrow with what looked like a purple arrowhead… which exploded in gravity dust as it hit the ground and exploded into a mass of dust and wooden shrapnel. The explosion wasn’t very strong, but it did force Raul to take an instinctive step back as he protected his face with his arms.
A step back that caused him to be on the twisted guardrail, which quickly snapped under his weight and threw him backwards over the edge. He had did his best to stifle the panic to this point, but this was when he vacated his bowel and bladder in abject terror. Flailing around, he managed to get a piece of the twisted and semi-broken guard railing with one arm and was able to hold his body aloft for a few moments dangling over what would almost certainly be a deadly fall. The problems at this point were threefold, and all were life-threatening. The first was the fact that he couldn’t feel his fingers due to the frigid cold, the second was the fact that adrenaline and terror were the only things giving him the energy to continue, and the third of course was the fact that the only way he had to increase his strength more than a normal person was his semblance… which he couldn’t activate due to his aura being broken. Dangling left and right with the grip on his left hand slipping, he knew he had to get his right hand on the twisted guardrail to have any chance of surviving this. He held on with all of his strength and lunged upwards to grab it with his right hand… but his left hand gave out just a second too early and his right arm and little jump caught nothing but thin air as he started his long fall to the ground screaming.
Post by Flynn Gwyrdd on Feb 4, 2021 23:36:51 GMT -5
Flynn was so disoriented he didn’t quite understand how he wasn’t in the middle of a stomp circle of teenagers kicking him to death anymore. Hazel eyes were glazed over as the guy was barely able to keep standing between the mixture of exhaustion and physical injuries. The danger seemed to have passed, and things seemed to finally be stabilizing.
“Thanks for the save, I really appre—“ he’d start, but be interrupted by the sound of Kimmie struggling to breathe. The short girl on crutches had mentioned a doctor and pointed, with the location on her scroll. Given that Flynn’s head was pounding and he was visibly bleeding from superficial wounds all over at this point… he likely had an active concussion and wasn’t exactly thinking straight. In his mind it was all super simple. Grab the scroll with directions, grab Kimmie, and take Kimmie to the doctor. So that’s what he did.
He snatched the scroll out of Russet’s hand, grabbed Kimmie in a bridal carry, and sprinted down the alley and down a block and a half or so to the doctor’s house where he kicked open the door and yelled for help. It was at this point that Flynn realized that his shoes had come off at some point during the beatdown, and he had run down the street without aura on concrete and snow with bare feet that were now bleeding. His right foot was even stuck in the wooden door where he kicked it through, adding splinters to his shin to the list of injuries.
“I’ll pay for the door, get her help. Go.” he’d order the thoroughly confused doctor who just got his house broken into. The trainee handed over Kimmie to the doctor and then promptly slipped and fell on the blood from his left foot and smashed his head on the ground which knocked him clean out.
Tonight was not the best night he’s ever had, that’s for sure. In fact, this was probably one of the worst.
Rolling for: Kimmie has overdosed! (Social, 13) Using: Semblance (+2) and Heroism (+8) Roll: 5 + 10 = 15 Result: SUCCESS with crisis.
Introducing Crisis: Get Flynn medical attention before he incurs permanent injury (Social 13)
Post by Alina Rybalka on Feb 6, 2021 2:26:03 GMT -5
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[attr="class","nikki101"]WE CAN ALL AGREE THAT VIOLENCE BREEDS VIOLENCE
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[attr="class","nikki102"]BUT IN THE END, IT HAS TO BE THIS WAY
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[attr="class","nikki109"]As she walked towards the wreckage where the geists once were, Alina was consciously ticking off boxes in her head. She could move all of her fingers, good. None of them were injured. Toes were able to be moved as well, good. Wrists. Ankles. Elbows. Knees. Shoulders. Neck. Consciously blinking to make sure there was vision in both eyes. [break][break]
The metal vambraces she wore on both arms were cracked and whittled down from contact with the road enough to where they were visibly falling apart. The right vambrace was mostly disintegrated at this point, while the left had enough structural integrity left to at least know what it used to be. Her left pauldron, shin guard, and boot were scuffed but fine, while the right side of the same were all sanded down to the point to where there was visible and obvious damage to all of them. The pauldron had a giant hole in it and was on the verge of breaking apart and falling off, the shin guard had the rightmost edge scraped clear off with enormous scratches and cracks throughout the rest of it to make it worthless for protection, and the right boot had the leather shorn off of it and the metal underneath heavily damaged and cracking as well on the rightmost side. [break][break]
She pulled out a cloth from her belt to wipe the blood off of her sabre before sheathing it in the heavily cracked and damaged metal sheath. Her left hand was bleeding and had the once pristine white dress glove adorning it completely ripped to shreds aside from the odd bits of fabric stuck to dried blood, while her right glove simply had the fabric torn. Once the blood was wiped clean with the fabric in her left hand and the blade was sheathed, the wolf faunus would toss the piece of dark fabric in the air and snap the fingers of her right hand to burn it out of existence. [break][break]
Sienna was in view, covered in something that smelled about as bad as it looked. A cross between shit and sewage, or solid shit and liquid shit. She didn’t know how that happened, and wasn’t going to ask. Her friend was yelling after Nina, which of course was the name of the shark faunus that Alina totally remembered the name of by herself. The clown car had been slammed up against the wall by one of the geists, presumably, and had a bunch of debris blocking it. There was somebody inside said clown car still, which meant that they were likely stuck. [break][break]
Alina could have melted the windshield and let the occupant get out that way, or she could have melted the debris and let them open the door. The occupant was kicking at the windshield to try and break it, but Alina the middle finger and thumb of her right hand and aimed her flames at the passenger side of the vehicle. White flame would ignite and melt the metal, plastic, and the glass along with some incidental debris nearby to create an opening while also doing much more damage than was necessary to the totaled vehicle. It prevented it from being sold off as scrap or repaired, which was a fair enough trade for the weaponized stupidity that had brought that clown car to the scene in the first place. [break][break]
Gray eyes turned back to the Killer, half expecting him to have risen up with new Grimm appendages or something by now… but instead it looked like he was still talking to himself and bleeding out in the cold. She pulled out her radio, and moved to speak into it before she realized that it had been one of the objects that was scraped down to uselessness by contact with the road. The entire top right corner had been shaved off and most of the top half had a bunch of exposed wiring and shit that made it useless for its intended purpose. The wolf faunus pulled out her scroll, then, and made a quick call. [break][break]
”My end is done. Send your team to the Ground and do yours.” she’d relay, irritation clear in her tone as she hung up and then made another call. ”Sitrep.” she’d order, and then pause as she turned around and started walking ever so slowly back in the direction of Sienna, gray eyes back on the Killer with the middle finger and thumb of her right hand pressed together. ”Glad to hear. Continue as you are, we’ll be back soon. I arranged for some backup, just in case. Good luck, out.” [break][break]
Hanging up and stuffing her scroll back in the front pocket of her pants with her left hand, the wolf faunus continued to keep her attention on the Killer in case he rose up again somehow. She didn’t understand how he was able to do all that shit before or have Grimm inside of his body, which meant that she didn’t know if he was actually bluffing this time around and waiting for a chance to regenerate. The safer option would be to just incinerate him, of course, while his aura was down, but slower and orders of magnitude more painful was the way Alina was going to go about it if she had the choice… and it looked like, for now, that she did. [break][break]
She barely had any aura left, certainly less than five percent and maybe even less than three, but she still had more than enough in the tank to finish the job if it came down to it. He’d expire in the next few minutes regardless from the blood loss, and if not from that then from the cold in ten or twenty minutes max. If somebody else wanted to take out their frustrations and kill him first, Alina certainly wouldn’t stop them, but she was going to make sure that he died before she left. If somebody got cold feet and suddenly felt sympathy for a Grimmified murderer who had almost charged through the entire city with enough dust to destroy half a city block… well, too fucking bad. [break][break]
Attempting problem: Geist's Hands on the Wheel (Combatant 16) [break] Using Skill: A specialized Semblance (+9 A sem, +2 specialization, +8 heroism for +19 total) [break] Roll: 9 + 19 = 28 [break] Result: Success, no crisis.
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[attr="class","nikki103"]KERCH KOZAKS
[attr="class","nikki103"]10,441 TOTAL WORDS
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NOTES
A Semblance, D Weapons, B Dust Enhancement, C Durability, C Agility, C Martial Arts, D Stamina, D Exhaustion
Post by Aladriel Noir on Feb 6, 2021 18:55:33 GMT -5
Bah, kids. Always so headstrong and reckless. Oh well. She would keep her eyes darting between the three as she helped Russet to her feet and made sure she was standing steadily. It wasn't so bad tonight, at least it gave her some time to think. Head turning to the entrance of the alleyway, she was concerned that anyone would turn up and start more trouble but thankfully, trouble didn't come from the entrance! It came from within, in the form of Kimmie. Her head tilted in confusion as she watched Kimmie go through various stages of overdose, not realising first. "Kimmie you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost.." She gave a soft chuckle before the girl fell to her knews, Aladriel's eyes widening.
With many situations running through her head, she locked onto the most plausible. With the green head snapping into action, she called out to him. "She's having an overdose! Get her to that fucking doctor stat!" Grabbing Russet and helping her along, she would look around the alleyway, finding a suspect needle on the ground. The glass was smashed and it looked incredibly used. Kneeling quick to give it a quick whiff, she gagged instinctively at the smell before getting back up and making haste. "Fuck, that drug is not good at all. Fucking kids, thank god I never had one. Come on, we need to catch up."
She gave Russet a smirk as she picked her up into a bridal carry and stepped into a light jog, hopefully making up speed. Aladriel listened out for the footsteps around the corner and caught up, just as Flynn slipped and smashed his skull into the floor. A load groan came from the girl as she let Russet back onto the floor, making sure she was good before kneeling by Flynn and inspecting his body for various wounds. "Uhh, Doctor leave this idiot to me, I can do minor injuries and he's definitely gunna have concussions now." He pulled Flynn up and carefully placed him over her shoulder before looking to Russet. "Think the broken leg can wait? Help me with this one."
With Russet in tow, Aly would find a bed to lay Flynn into before she snapped her fingers and four other versions in white outfits and jackets would appear and start grabbing water, snacks, one dedicated to fawn over Russet because she has so gain some fun out of it, and the last one with sit the otherside of Flynn. Doing the neccesary procedures to help Flynn as much as possible with his concussion and other wounds, she would turn to Russ, huffing slightly. "Heya, I figure an introduction is in order after all this. Aladriel Noir." Words: 454/1507
Attempting problem "Get Flynn medical attention before he incurs permanent injury" (Social 13) Using Lungs of the Succubus (E Social) + Heroism Roll: 9 + 1 + 8 = 18 (Success, No Crisis)
Last Edit: Feb 6, 2021 19:15:32 GMT -5 by Aladriel Noir
Post by Altalune Gloriole on Feb 6, 2021 19:13:20 GMT -5
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HAVEN'T YOU HEARD WHAT BECOMES OF CURIOUS MINDS?
The chokehold she was in got worse and worse as the Grimm goo would sliver up her arm, her eyes widened in fear. She would kick and panic as much as she could but whatever this... thing was, she wasn't stronger. She was quicker and she could imbune her moonlight into her strikes, but that didn't mean she was strong. Thankfully, the hold ended with Alina coming to her rescue again. She fell to the floor and coughed, spluttering a bit of blood and using a mote of moonlight to burn off the Grimm that was trying to invade her body. Then, she looked around at the battlefield, seemingly coming to an end, now trying to heal the wounded.
Her eyes gazed to Sienna who was helping that strange shark faunus, Alina who was returning from helping the car with many people in, long blue hair... guy? She had heard him talk and it seemed to be the truth that he was a guy. The girl had her bleeding stopped but it seemed that the blue hair guy was struggling. Maybe she could help. Watching Alina walk by, talking into her scroll caused her to turn back to the killer as well. He was almost dead as it was, and Alina was waiting for something. It would probably be better to just out right kill him, so she did just that. Taking her sword out of the ground, she waltzed over and swung her back at the things... head? Whatever looked like a head and lopped it off. Giving Alina nod, she would address her temporary superior for now and head off. "We got him, now I think Sienna needs help, she's looking a bit... shitty."
She cracked a small smile and a laugh at her pun before heading to the ground of students tending to the wounded. Closing in, the blue haired guy was having a bad time with the cold, from his own semblance it seemed. She'd seen this stare before, it was real bad to those back at Atlas. "We need something warm for him to drink, girls got anything?" She would look up to the three as she took off her winter parka and wrapped it around the guy. It wasn't going to be enough, but as she took off her parka, she clearly hadn't killed all of that Grimm goo, as some had gotten inside and lurched at her mouth, covering it. Lunar tried to scream but it was muffled as she tried as much as she could to pull it off and refuse it from getting into her system.
Attempting problem "Feeling a bit Blue" (Obstacle 16) Using Aspect of the Moon (E + 1 Specialization) + Heroism Roll: 2 + 8 + 2 = 12 (Fail, Crisis) New CRISIS Problem "Grimm Possession" (Combatants 16)